One Sentence Poems

Brad Rose Nets Beneath the churning waves, the sleeping fish, in their glossy silver skins, eyes wide open, dream again, of the nets’ trolling terror. Brad Rose was born and raised in Los Angeles, and lives in Boston. His website is: www.bradrosepoetry.com He is a lot cuter than he looks.    

Brad Rose The Nature of Inebriation Three o’clock in the morning, I wake up and hear the rain giddy drunk, falling all over itself barely able to hit the roof in three or four tries, but still persists in its dizzy, wasted, plunge. Brad Rose‘s website is www.bradrosepoetry.com.  

Brad Rose I Overheard the Homeless Vet When some guy in a blue suit, instead of giving him change, righteously reared up and asked him why he didn’t have a job and work like the rest of us human beings, he calmly announced from his rumpled pile of Salvation Army clothing— the weathered M-65 jacket, […]

Brad Rose Sedan de Ville They say death is a low, black, chauffeur-driven limousine, but who can afford that? Brad Rose is a lot taller than he thinks.  www.bradrosepoetry.com

Brad Rose What I Learned about God from Playing Baseball The umpire never strikes out. Brad Rose is the author of Pink X-Ray from Big Table Publishing and three chapbooks from Right Hand Pointing. Links to Brad’s published fiction and poetry can be found at http://bradrosepoetry.blogspot.com

Brad Rose Snake Charmer The delicate charms of the snake charmer belong entirely to the snake. Links to Brad’s published fiction and poetry can be found at http://bradrosepoetry.blogspot.com.

Brad Rose The Angry Dead During the excavation, relatives were forbidden from viewing the skeletons, which made them very angry. (A found poem, lines taken from “Bring Out the Dead: How Archeologists Think About Mortality,” Times Literary Supplement, Oct 28, 2016, p.13) Brad is the author of Pink X-Ray from Big Table Publishing and three chapbooks from Right Hand […]

Brad Rose August, California Central Valley Cicadas weep at August’s unbearable oblivion, as noon slumps against the oaks’ missing shadows. Brad Rose is the author of the collection of poems and fiction, Pink X-Ray, and links to Brad’s fiction and poetry can be found at  http://bradrosepoetry.blogspot.com.